A wistful dream

The world is a beautiful place. Bright mornings and starry nights. Birds singing, lovely... Nature peaceful, but here I lay in the dark below. Wallowing in pains, my heart in my stomach, bones crushed My eyesight slowly fading away but my memories remain with me, lost to the world. Where did the smile go? Where did the boy go?...full of dreams and aspirations that became apparitions that now haunt and torments his soul. I take a trip to my favourite place, the place where my memories are joyful. In a field of dandelions, bright and colourful... That was my past, oh! It's only a wistful dream.